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Hearing:The sizzling of food mixed with the sharpness of the chinese language

Feeling:Frustration because I ordered orange chicken and sweet and sour pork, yet they messed up and instead brought orange chicken and sweet and sour chicken.Guilty because I really wanted sweet and sour pork, but didn't want to ask them to remake it.Mad because I forgot they made the wrong dish them still tipped them twenty percent.

Seeing:Lobster swim in the tank farther down the restaurantStrange posters with marker colored on them, like school pictures, with the daily fish specialSaint and I enjoy another wonderful dinner/date night together

Smelling: The burn of my fingers because the tea cup doesn't have any handles???? (who does that?)The wonderful aroma of really good chinese food (despite the atmosphere)

It is now about quarter til nine am and I am ready to go. I'm trying to stretch out my getting ready part. I am now breathing and trying to enjoy a cup of coffee.

I'd like to just race out the door.

But alas, I wait.

We aren't supposed to leave til ten. And it'll only take me maybe five minutes to get to mom's house.

It will be my first ever Literary Luncheon where I get to go and meet the author, listen to them speak about their new book, sign it and enjoy some grub.

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We get to the bookstore and wander around a bit before realizing we should get in line to purchase the tickets before they sell out. This is one of the times where it doesn't matter when you purchase your tickets, just that you get them. Usually your number in line is given in the order you purchase tickets. Last time we attended a signing, The Pioneer Woman Cooks, we waited til almost midnight, but I couldn't stay awake being that I worked that morning at 4am.

I love this store. It is truly heaven. They have a mixture of used and new books. All of which seem to have really good prices. The people who work here really care about the store itself - whether people are finding books, they make good recommendations. I like that.

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About twenty minutes before it's going to begin we meander over to the section and find seats. We like to sit up front so we choose the second row since the first is taken.

They have set up a buffet to the left of the seats and there is a table, chair and podium for the author up front.

Women and men mill around us speaking in loud whispers. All of them hold the book. We all look like children waiting. Just waiting. Not sure what to expect. But excitement in the air.

It's so wonderful to be surrounded by people who have a similar love that I do. It's like I know they get me. It's that feeling of being accepted without fail. Reminds me of school. Whenever I took an AP class I knew I would have 45 minutes of uninterrupted learning because usually the kids who took those classes wanted to learn so desperately that we all asked questions; we all sucked up the knowledge. Most people have become so cavalier about life.

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The author reminds me of Ichabod Crane. It may be the way he carries himself or his mannerisms. Regardless that is what comes to mind when I see him. Yet, the minute he sits down to read from his novel, he is instantly transformed into lively animation. Even the features on his face come alive.

He has an incredible way with the English language. He is able to transform the simplest words and make them come alive. I usually don't go for books that are mostly description because I find myself eventually skimming through to get to the conversations. But there is something about the way he forms the words that it carries the book in my mind.

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After about an hour of him reading and answering questions, it is over.

I kept thinking the entire time that it could be me in the future. I want to be an author. I have so many stories in my head and a few I have been working on, but not religiously. I swear so many times I will get serious, but I have yet to begin. There will come a time. I usually write so well after hours that it makes it tough to have a real job, but one day it will become so.

My humidifier has been a saving grace this past week. It is week six of my feeling like I am sick. Went to the allergist today and she told me exactly what I thought - I shoulda been a doctor - I am suffering from allergies with a mild underlying of a virus. I am debating going back to my general physician simply because I am starting to feel better, as of two days ago. Not sure if it's because I have been sitting directly under my humidifier when I'm home mixed with lots and lots of rest and I have given in and been taking medicine constantly. I get so tired of feeling full of medicine. It's been kinda funny. Like a really cool way to experience California traffic only no congestion (except in my chest) and in place, a very cool, fine mist of humidity.

My humidifier has been a saving grace this past week. It is week six of my feeling like I am sick. Went to the allergist today and she told me exactly what I thought - I shoulda been a doctor - I am suffering from allergies with a mild underlying of a virus. I am debating going back to my general physician simply because I am starting to feel better, as of two days ago. Not sure if it's because I have been sitting directly under my humidifier when I'm home mixed with lots and lots of rest and I have given in and been taking medicine constantly. I get so tired of feeling full of medicine. It's been kinda funny. Like a really cool way to experience California traffic only no congestion (except in my chest) and in place, a very cool, fine mist of humidity.

My mom and I went to the Creating Keepsakes convention recently. I look forward to it every year, though I have a room full of projects that I still have yet to finish. I honestly, could probably hold the convention at my place. I try not to focus on it too much, but every year I get sucked into it and attend at least a couple classes.

I love it. A complete day of crafting with all other people who craft too. They think like me - want things to be pretty and perfect. They act like me - we don't cut in line and we share. And they're friendly as can be - unless you break one of the unspoken rules. (smirk)

I have been having the worst allergies lately, so I struggled the entire day. I felt behind and my stuff wouldn't stay together. A little frustrating, but with my mom, I couldn't help but have fun.

A few pictures of the projects we did and some I wish we had done -

Probably my favorite photo of the day though is the following because it exemplifies what happens to a convention center when women overtake it.